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Interview Log 2
Interviewed: Yemi H██████, A.K.A.: D-1930Interviewer: Dr. Cray
Foreword: After reinforcements claimed Site-4000, A06 personnel have attempted to seek asylum from Area-06 through escape. With the exception of SCP-4000 research, capturing A06 personnel alive has been a high priority due to the information they posses about a pre-Foundation Area-061.
D-1930 was found on island number 088-Echelon, an island that apparently held a significant number of Protocol 12 A06-2 personnel covered that made several rudimentary townships presumably before the skirmish(see Addendum Log 1) and what appears to be mass shelling left the majority of the island in ruin. D-1930 willingly surrendered himself to Foundation custody and so far has been the only convict2 to do so.
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Dr. Cray: Please state your name for the record.
D-1930: My name is Yemi H██████.
Dr. Cray: Excellent, thank you. Mr. H██████, I can’t imagine who you think we are but I can assure you we are not the same people that attacked you or your island.
D-1930: That was not my island. The island belonged to the Captain.
Dr. Cray: Sorry, who?
D-1930: Do you know how I ended up here?
Dr. Cray: I’m afraid not, sir.
D-1930: I was approached by men much like yourselves after I was put in jail for having a husband when I still lived in ████, my home town in ██████. They told me I could be reunited with him if I became a “Class D” in an experiment. I didn’t know I was just going to another prison.
Dr. Cray: What happened once you came here?
D-1930: It was horrible. I thought the law hated gay men the most where I came from, but it was worse here. They tried to use the machine to “cure me” which meant removing my native language, memories, and my love for him. The worst part about it is that I think it worked… I barely remembered him until I accidentally found my file during the riots.
Dr. Cray: The riots?
D-1930: Something happened… I still don’t know what but the prisoners here revolted against the guards. It has happened before but it was normally put to rest in minutes. This time, everyone actually made it out. I was fortunate enough to escape with a raft and I made it to a small island. I lasted a long time there.
Dr. Cray: What happened?
D-1930: I’m not entirely sure. I heard that once all the prisoners escaped they began to form groups to survive. Of course most of the animals locked up in here for so long weren’t as interested in survival as they were in lording over these islands. I still remember the distant gunfights every day and night… I don’t think I can sleep without it now…
D-1930 is silent for several seconds, then continues
D-1930: One night I couldn’t sleep so I resorted to watching a pursuit between two speedboats, each run by a different faction of convicts. They were chasing and shooting at each other around the water and would have continued it through the night if the boat in the back didn’t kill the front boat’s driver. The boat went full speed ahead right towards me and flipped, breaking a box open and littering my island with guns and fuel canisters. I hid a while longer while the last of the crews fought it out. It was fine until one of them tried to use my hut as cover.
Dr. Cray: Did you kill them?
D-1930 is silent again.
D-1930: What was I supposed to do? You know these people, they’re murderers! Rapists! They would never-
Dr. Cray: Mr. H██████, you are not on trial, okay? That being said, I don’t see what this has to do with any “Captain.”
D-1930: Well… I fled my island on a boat I stole from the people who came to my island. I didn’t learn until later that the boat was also transporting weapons. I was hunted down everywhere I went until I found the Captain’s island. His crew mates met with me after I landed on their island and let me stay along with some other prisoners from that place in exchange for the weapons. None of us spoke any similar languages, but I could tell they were all in way over their heads. Pretty soon the Captain’s island became a refuge for convicts like us. The Captain and his crew always stuck to their boat, but we did fine on our own.
Dr. Cray: How did he get there in the first place?
D-1930: His crew was from South Africa running cargo across the Indian Ocean. They were attacked on the water and held hostage by what they figured to be pirates, but they turned out to be mongrels [[Slang label for A06-1 personnel used by A06-2 personnel]] that ended up running the boat full speed onto the island.Dr. Cray: What cargo were they shipping?
D-1930 sighs
D-1930: Nobody knew. The crew said it was sensitive nuclear weaponry destined for the United States, but it felt like they were bluffing to keep others from raiding their boat. Not like that worked, though.
Dr. Cray: Why not? Did any other convicts know what was inside?
D-1930: No, but the ship was basically a large untouched source of free metal so it kept the mongrels busy. It was only when word got around about free metal and nuclear weaponry that everyone else got involved. It got to be too much for everybody… the captain’s crew had either deserted or gotten killed with every attempted raid on us. The remainder of his crew announced that the captain was going to make a deal with the gangs hitting us.
Dr. Cray: How did that go?
D-1930: The Captain’s deal meant he would let their members have portions of territory on the island so long as the boat wasn’t touched. The island was relatively bigger than most of the islands here, so the land grab was welcomed.
Dr. Cray: Did you welcome it?
D-1930 is heavily breathing for 12 seconds.
D-1930: Do I look like someone who would welcome that? Within days the island looked like a bloody favela which started the garbage drops again3 as if it already didn’t smell like shit before. Our island became a trading capital for the gangs: stolen speedboats, weaponry, metal, one gang managed to make shitty homemade drugs and turned some of the only people I had ever trusted into fucking junkies! And what the hell do you think they did once they found out I stole weapons from them? Nobody was safe! Nobody!
D-1930 is hysterically yelling and slamming his fists against the table.
D-1930: Our world went to hell and the captain didn’t even give a shit to stop it! The gangs eventually split apart and began killing each other for territory, but there was no need to get involved so long as they didn’t touch his precious boat! Then he torched the island and the ship was stolen and it was all fucking gone! We could never leave!
[SECTION OF RECORDING EXPUNGED. LENGTH: 2:07. REASON: D-1930 incoherently mumbling and recuperating.]D-1930: I’ll kill them. If I ever find the captain or any of his pissant mates I’ll kill them myself.
Dr. Cray: Did he or any other crew members escape?
D-1930: I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure they did - must have made a deal with whatever military force bombed the island.4 The whole island got fire bombed by two helicopters that specifically targeted where the gangs hung around. Every spot was hit except for the ship. That was when there was serious talk of action against the ship. Apparently that day was going to have a serious storm in an hour and they were saying the tide would be enough to get the boat back on water.
Dr. Cray: Has that been attempted before?D-1930: Not like this - most storms barely touch the half of the boat but we must have been right under a hurricane. The storm was the green light for the gangs to raid the ship, and they must have cleared them out quick because they were already throwing things over.
Dr. Cray: Like what?
D-1930: “Like what?” Like the heavy bloody containers that’s what. I’m guessing the boat wasn’t rising quickly enough so they just started pushing them off somehow. Everyone was killing each other trying to get a spot on that boat so I hid until the storm cleared.
Dr. Cray: Did you know it wasn’t going to leave the area?
D-1930: Well it didn’t take a bloody genius to recognize the boat was most likely being stolen by the gang’s mentally fucked leader - you know, your people really screwed him badly when we were locked up. I didn’t know where he took that boat but I should have known he would have at least tried to destroy this place before leaving.5
Dr. Cray: Did much else happen afterwards?
D-1930: Not for a while. Mongrels and other looters came by to steal from the island but nobody actually claimed it for themselves. It was like that for a while that day until I saw helicopters over the ocean heading towards the island. I remember looking closer and seeing that they looked less like the attack choppers seen here and thinking I was saved. I ran out onto the beach, climbed up on one of the containers and started waving and shouting and then I just… blacked out, I think.
Dr. Cray: Blacked out?
D-1930: I don’t know, I can’t remember what happened… I remember just waking up afterwards on the beach… where were the containers?
Dr. Cray: Do you remember anything about the helicopters that day? Anything at all?
D-1930 stammers.
D-1930: I- No, I can’t remember.
Dr. Cray: Did the captain mention anything about where he was going after leaving the island to anybody? Did he say anything about what was inside the containers?
D-1930: Wait, are you saying he got out? Wha-
Dr. Cray sighs and a chair is heard grinding against the floor as Dr. Cray stands up.
Dr. Cray: No more questions, D-1930. Please follow the guards out.
[SECTION EXPUNGED]LENGTH: 2:57
SUMMARY: D-1930 cooperating with mild apprehension about new Level D classification. Said apprehension sharply rose when SCP-4000 was ordered to be used on D-1930. Actively resisted personnel until put under by Lt. ███.
<End Log>Closing Statement: Examination of memory and previous activity of the dorsolateral prefrontal cortex through usage of SCP-4000 showed a dishonesty rate of 0.1% during the interview, granting D-1930 to be both amnesticized and given a new identity through usage of SCP-4000. D-1930 is destined for █████, France in 12 hours.
